Chapter 7
Saranna
Iwatched him, my jaw practically dropping at that because yet again, he was telling me something different. Might I have felt differently had I known that he was strictly told not to touch me?
Possibly.
Would I have gone to my cousin and demanded that the stupid rule be removed?
You can bet your ass.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, and I had to fight to follow the shift in subject. My eyes narrowed as he chuckled, almost as if he picked up my plight.
“I could eat,” I told him, finally standing up to walk out. “Is there even any food in this place?”
“I did manage to pack some stuff, but I also have a lot of frozen stuff, and canned goods. I never know when I’ll be out here, but I don’t like having to drive into town to get anything.”
“Would you like me to cook?” I offered.
“Sure. I wasn’t aware that one of your hidden talents was cooking?” he tossed over his shoulder as I followed him to the kitchen.
“I’m not just a badass in the bedroom or the boardroom, but I’m also a badass in the kitchen.” His misstep at my words had me smirking.
Being here, truly away from prying eyes where it was just me and him, could be a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Especially without the worry of someone stopping by. Because here, with just me and him, he was at my mercy, and knowing that he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to seem.
“Holy shit,” Roman said, sitting back in his seat. “Where the hell did you come up with the idea to make this? I didn’t think I had anything in my stash to serve this up.”
“Honestly, you had a lot more than you think you do. I can just about play with any meat dish, and you have more than enough veggies and seasonings. I even made a quick dessert. No pie or anything fancy, but something that’s delicious.”
“Yes, please, I have to try this.”
I laughed as I gathered up the plates and sat them in the dishwasher, then grabbed the little tarts and sat one down before him.
“You didn’t tell me how you learned this,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food.
“One of the golden rules my mom had was that her girls knew how to cook. We could go to college and get a degree, find a husband or don’t, find a way to work for the family or don’t, she didn’t care.
But for any Italian mother, the way to a man’s heart is through food.
So, she made sure we could make any man we had in the future happy and we wouldn’t starve.
“My dad, though, wanted us as far away from the life as we could get. Everyone went along that road but me. When I was in college, I found that bending people to my will was awesome and I got such a thrill over it. I don’t mean using them or having them do things for me.
I meant that I fought to get what I wanted.
“I talked to Marcell, told him that I’d love to be someone he could trust and rely on to get the deals he wanted. Once it was laid out, Marcell pushed with everything that he could to help me get my degree.”
“Is that why there’s a riff between you and your dad?”
I took a sip of my water, slowly nodding.
“I don’t talk to him much. I have no doubt he knows what’s going on and knowing how much of an asshole my dad can be, he would say it was my own doing for the life I chose to lead.”
“But if you have the skills, he can’t be mad,” Roman offered and while the thought was sweet, this was my dad and he never saw things like that.
“My only brother works for Marcell, trust me, the last thing my dad wanted, with skills or not, was for a precious daughter to help out. But normally, I stay away from anything dangerous. This, given my family’s involvement, is truly a first for me.”
Once he was done, I grabbed the dishes again, dancing my way to the kitchen, a normal habit for me, but the low groan from behind me told me that I wasn’t the only one happy by that.
“Do you mind finishing up, Roman? I’m tired, and a long soak in that big tub sounds amazing.”
I grinned to myself as he closed his eyes for a second before nodding.
“You do that. I’ll lock up. Good night, Saranna.”
“Night.”
I waved as I walked by him, still dancing to some random beat in my head. Once in my bathroom, I stripped everything off and turned on the water, glad to see some soothing salts, but not wanting to know why they were in there.
After it filled, I sank low into the tub, letting the water soothe me. The day had been long, sure. The worry was also keeping a knot in my shoulders, but none of that was the part that kept running through my head.
Nope, it was the things Roman had said and the way he groaned.
And growled.
God, that growl went straight through, making me light up and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
I glanced down at the cooling water, finally giving up the fight of my body, thinking that my hormones really were taking over and thinking of that man had only intensified my need. Still naked and wet, I laid down on my bed, grabbed my faithful toy, and slipped it into an already wet pussy.
I moaned as the buzz found my clit, stimulating it even more.
Like this, I knew I could come so quickly, there was no way I was fighting it off. And if he heard? So what?
I arched upward as I pulled the toy out, only to slowly sink it again, moaning even louder.
I was lost to where I was or who was around. I was just focused on finding my pleasure, my release
I cried out yet again as the buzzing increased, pushing me closer to the edge. I licked my lips as I pumped it faster and harder into me, the sounds of my wetness making me even more turned on.
I screamed as I came, soaking the toy and the bed, and I let out a whimper, only to sit up as the pounding started on my door.
“Put that fucking thing away before I break the door down and give you a piece of myself!”